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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: FusionX
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The key was to strike like a storm.
They couldn’t give the enemy time to respond.
Especially if the opponent’s forces were superior, there was no chance of winning unless they went for a thorough surprise attack rather than a full-frontal assault.
Werner Grimm, no, Luthers Edan, gathered the Strategic Security Agency personnel late at night.
“It’s a chilly night, gentlemen.”
White breath rose with every exhale.
The expressions of the Security Agency personnel who had been suddenly assembled were varied.
Some were assessing the situation with half-closed eyes, while others were steeling their resolve, thinking that the expected moment had finally come, and there were those who waited for the director’s next words with nothing but anxious looks.
These were the ‘President’s faction’ within the Security Agency, including Lieutenant Colonel Rudolf Lössman, head of the Operations Planning Office.
‘Surely Luthers, this bastard… is he really…?’
It was unthinkable.
Although the agency had been expanded with outstanding officers from the Imperial Army as it was elevated to brigade-level status, it was still just an intelligence unit.
Even including the personnel actually carrying out intelligence operations and the ‘Guard Platoon’, which was essentially the director’s bodyguard unit, they didn’t even reach 500 people.
In terms of scale, it was just two battalions.
How could they possibly stage a rebellion with these troops?
Even 5,000 troops, ten times their number, would be woefully insufficient for a rebellion.
Moreover, the Security Agency headquarters at Forbidden Lake was at least 250km away from the capital Hoenbaren.
At that distance, the troops stationed near the capital would have more than enough time to establish a solid defensive line.
It was absolutely impossible by common sense.
That was why Rudolf hadn’t made any special reports to his superiors.
With a bloody purge sweeping through even the President’s faction, a mere lieutenant colonel couldn’t run his mouth carelessly.
But that was his biggest mistake.
“Our Strategic Security Agency was originally established to protect the Empire safely from all threats, both domestic and foreign. It was to replace the existing intelligence agencies that had become completely corrupted during the war.”
The director continued slowly.
“But lift your heads and look at that capital! Is this the end of the war we truly hoped for? The Empire is trying to push those who have returned to their families’ arms from the hellish battlefield back into a meaningless war!”
As an intelligence agency, they couldn’t help but know better.
In the first place, it was the Strategic Security Agency that had directly conveyed the President’s order to prepare for war with other countries.
With a strategic genius at the helm of the Security Agency, they would surely be able to come up with a strategy to win even against three countries, he had said.
Of course.
How could those in charge of handling this work not know what they were doing?
They were the ones who knew more details about the Empire’s ‘next war’ than anyone else in the Imperial Army.
From A to Z.
From the outbreak of war to its end.
How troops would be mobilized, which fronts would be opened, what the enemy’s strength was, how many casualties would occur when they clashed with the enemy.
How much territory could be reclaimed from that, what the supply requirements for friendly forces in the field would be, and how many foreign civilians would be killed by the friendly invasion.
Their main job was to collect this decidedly unpleasant information and write reports.
‘This isn’t good.’
The Operations Planning Chief felt his mouth going dry.
The director’s voice was filled with deep conviction and strong energy.
A heavy voice that pierced through the cold night air.
Rudolf momentarily felt as if he was standing in the middle of a battlefield.
His blood was boiling.
Even if he was a figure who directly opposed the director, if he didn’t keep his wits about him, he would be unwittingly swayed.
That was the power of the legendary commander who had finally made the impossible possible after experiencing forty deaths.
Rudolf was witnessing the war hero Luthers Edan tearing off the shell of Werner Grimm and emerging.
Until just a few days ago, the director had looked like he was barely clinging to life.
Why had the thorough and ruthless President Mikhail Bismarck lowered his guard against Werner Grimm – the war hero Luthers Edan?
It was because Luthers Edan had lost his former spirit.
-The current Security Agency director looks more listless than anyone else. His Excellency the President must have judged that he wouldn’t be much of a threat, no matter what he might be plotting behind the scenes.
Rudolf Lössman could recall a conversation he had once had with Brigadier General Reinhard Himmler, a rising star in the President’s faction.
-But isn’t the risk still too great?
-We can deal with that when the time comes. We can fabricate any charges we want. It’s much easier than with other guys. Isn’t he the former superior of Charlotte Evergreen?
-What can he possibly do? You’ve already cleared out all the factions that could be a threat.
-And now, the priority is to deal with that Supreme Command bitch who’s putting on airs despite having no background.
Of course, the Luthers Edan he actually met wasn’t completely powerless as he had heard.
While fundamentally blocking Rudolf’s interference as an obvious surveillance role for the President, he would emanate a truly murderous atmosphere whenever the Graveyard was mentioned.
But as Brigadier General Reinhard had said, he didn’t feel like a major threat.
But now…?
He had to stop this.
Right now!
Just as Rudolf was about to draw the pistol he was carrying.
“Don’t move.”
A sharp blade touched the nape of his neck.
Startled, he turned his head to see red eyes gleaming brightly even in the darkness.
“Captain Karin Maven! What are you doing?!”
“The director is giving a speech. As the Guard Platoon commander, I will deal with unauthorized weapon possession.”
Saying this, she swiftly disarmed Rudolf.
As the clean blade cut off the holster at his waist, the pistol fell limply to the floor.
Reaper Karin Maven.
It was the moment Rudolf Lössman realized again that the woman who always looked slack and was grinning whenever she saw the director had once been called by such a nickname.
As he turned his head, he saw that those who had formed a faction with him were all in the same state.
“Brigadier General Werner!”
Rudolf finally shouted.
“This is a clear act of treason against His Excellency the President, and further, against the Empire! If you don’t stop right now, I’ll contact my superiors immediately…”
“Rudolf Lössman, did you really think I didn’t know your true intentions?”
“…Ugh!!”
“All lines connecting to the capital Hoenbaren have been cut. Radio waves won’t work either.”
He had misjudged.
Even a toothless tiger still has its massive body and sharp claws.
The Strategic Security Agency Director Werner Grimm had leisurely waited until the collar choking him finally loosened.
It was a one-sided game.
At least for Rudolf.
“Are you serious?! What can you do with just these troops!?! You guys, don’t be fooled by his words!! It’s just going to your deaths!!”
“Then what’s the difference?”
Other officers lined up uniformly behind the director.
They had been the President’s parachute appointees from the start.
In just over a year, they were merely stones that had rolled in for the others who had shared joys and sorrows for a long time.
“If we back down here, we’re next. You know full well that we’ll be disposed of by the President like hunting dogs being put down, Rudolf.”
“Moreover, from the beginning, wasn’t the Security Agency meant to be a scapegoat in case things went wrong? Strategic security was entrusted to the Security Agency. The war wasn’t his responsibility, and he was merely played by the war hero Luthers Edan… That’s how he intended to mislead the people again, right?”
Information Chief Dante Bay added in a calm voice.
At those words, Rudolf could only bite his lip in frustration.
To think he had even won over the rank-and-file troops.
It was Rudolf’s mistake, trapped in useless elitism, that he hadn’t made allies.
And no matter how many of the President’s parachutes had come down, those at the core of the Security Agency were people who had once been hurt by the military.
Loyalty to the country?
They had thrown that away long ago.
They were sick of war.
Now that they could finally lead normal lives, they would choose suicide rather than return to that horrible place.
By their own choice, not swayed by others.
Screech!!
Bang!
Soon, behind the ranks, the doors of the underground helicopter hangar opened, revealing five large troop transport helicopters.
Rudolf’s face was filled with shock at the models that weren’t included in the Strategic Security Agency’s strategic assets.
“Large transport helicopters?! How did you…!!”
“When I was commander, I even diverted hydrogen bombs.”
Luthers flashed a grin.
It wasn’t difficult to obtain five tandem-rotor helicopters that had been moved to the disposal site as scheduled for retirement.
“From now on, we will become doctors, and perform emergency surgery on our sick country.”
Luthers Edan looked at the members of the Security Agency with his hands behind his back.
“Our target is Ashblinka. Everyone prepare your weapons within an hour and assemble here.”
He activated the timer on his wrist.
‘Time remaining until capital seizure: 11 hours 59 minutes’
It was the beginning of the rebellion.
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[BROO FUCKIN REBELLION EYO THIS NAZI BOI GONNA GET HIS HEAD CHOPPED TF OFF]
